The home stretch

Last week of school... I have worn the same shirt for three days. The dishes, finding the sink a little crowded, have taken up residence along the counter tops or have hidden themselves inside the oven. Mountains of laundry are waiting patiently to be fluffed, dried and folded into proper order. I have officially become a scumbag. This is what happens when one slacks off exceedingly the last month of classes. If all goes according to plan, all assignments will be handed in by noon on Thursday. Necessary celebration will follow.